Jack Knows My Name

{loping blues drum beat with brushed snare and crisp hats} {tape-saturated upright

bass with slight string click,

playing mid-tempo groove} {smoky Hammond organ pad holding sustaining root chord} {brief

gritty harmonica fill with midrange bite} Jack knows my name (mm-hmm) Cause

drinking is his game

{clipped electric guitar stab} He pours a glass of the good stuff

And plays the same old refrain {sparse harmonica

fill answers vocal} Oh,

the bottle gets heavy when the sun goes down (yeah)

But Jack keeps pouring till we leave this town

{short chromatic bass walkup

into the harmony} {second vocal pass tucked low for thick chorus lines}

We count the hours

by the empty glass

(huh) Knowing this feeling

won't ever last

{clipped electric guitar stab}

But Jack has got a story

for every dime we spend {sparse harmonica fill with reed buzz} {clean

electric guitar solo with natural

tube warmth and minor bends} {gritty 12-bar turnaround with elegant melodic phrasing}

{hard stop before the top of the form} Jack knows my name

(mm-hmm) Drinking is his game

{smoky tenor saxophone playing a slow blues melody} {drums fade out slowly

on the final chords}